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letsgoletsgetit08 · 5 months ago

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ateez soft hours pt. 2

how they would treat you while you're on your period

maknae line

warning: mdni, period sex, smut

word count: 3.4k

ao3 link: maknae line

author's note: I uh. yeah.

choi san: "What's up, babe?" He sounds out of breath over the phone, "I'm finishing up at the gym."

"Everything hurts and I want to die." You whine.

"Oh, no, my poor baby! Do I need to bring you any supplies on my way over?" His voice was sweet, always so attentive. You felt lucky every day that he grew up with an older sister.

"No, I'm okay with all that, but thank you. I just want you to come lay on top of me with your entire body weight."

"Anything you want, honey. You know you could come join me at the gym, exercise helps relieve cramps, allegedly." He was mainly joking.

You groaned, "Ugh, Choi San stop talking about exercise right now or I'm going to turn homicidal. You know any other day I would have gone with you."

He laughed at your dramatics, "I know, precious. I just had to tease, I'm sorry. I'll be sweet the rest of the night, promise."

"I mean if you really want me to break a sweat, I have some ideas for cardio we could do later." Heat curls in your aching abdomen at the thought of it. Glad your boyfriend has never been squeamish about period sex.

"Oh?" He asked, you were silent until the implication hit him, "Ohhhh. Well, yes, of course." His voice lowered so he couldn't be heard by anyone around him, "You know I'll take care of you, baby. Make you feel so good. No touching yourself until I get there, okay?"

Your thighs clenched together at his words, "Okay, yes, I'll be good." Your voice was breathy, already laced with lust.

"Mmh, good girl. Already getting all bothered for me, aren't you? I'll see you soon, honey." He didn't give you a chance to reply before the line went dead.

San was so good at picking up on your cues, happy to take the lead or to follow, depending on your mood. You liked him any way you could get him but your favorite was when he gently took the reins, giving you soft but stern instructions and showering you with praise all night, talking you through every orgasm. The thought of it made it hard for you to keep the promise you had just made to him.

You decided to shower instead, waiting for him to come home, feeling a little yucky after being in bed all day.

By the time you emerged in nothing but a towel, San was already there.

"Hi, gorgeous." He enveloped you in a big hug. He had showered at the gym, it seemed, hair still damp, cheeks rosy, comfy in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Sannie." You sighed into his chest.

He pulled back and trailed his hands down your arms, "Look at you, all clean just for me?"

You nod, looking down, feeling shy and exposed. Hormones, probably.

He pulled the towel open to look at you, "Oh, honey. I'll never get over how stunning you are." He pulled the towel all the way off, tossing it over the still-open bathroom door, reaching for you again, hands warm as they fell to your slightly boated tummy. He always made you feel so beautiful even when you felt like a hot pile of dog shit. "I brought something." He kissed your forehead then went to his backpack, pulling out a bottle of massage oil, "Thought this might be nice. I know your body is achey. Does a massage sound nice?"

"It sounds incredible." You smile at him, tears in your eyes, feeling especially grateful for him in that moment.

"Come on then, jagi." He leads you to your bedroom, grabbing a new towel on his way, to keep the massage oil - and whatever other potential bodily fluids - off of your bedding.

He has you on your stomach, deft hands turning you to putty at their touch, paying special attention to your lower back, where he knows carries extra tension. You're nearly in a trance when he wipes one hand on the towel, still kneading one ass cheek with his other hand, evidently able to tell what the massage was doing to you, your core becoming wet with arousal. He removed his other hand and you hear a squirting noise. When his hand returns, you realize the noise had been him applying lube to his fingers, which were now teasing your already slick slit, up and down, movements slow. Your legs parted further on instinct.

"Yes, baby, that's it. This is what you wanted, hm? Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel good." San’s voice was low and you felt yourself grind back into his fingers at it. "Patience, love." He chuckled, "We have all the time in the world."

His fingers found your clit, applying pressure to either side of it, before finally brushing over the top, just briefly before they slid down your folds once again, his other hand spreading your ass cheek as he held his fingers to your entrance. He didn't have to apply much pressure at all, you were so turned on that your cunt sucked him in greedily. He thrust them in and out a few times before curling them forward, hitting your sweet spot. Your back arched at the sensation and you could tell he was smiling behind you, "Mmh, so responsive, jagiya. I could do this for hours."

And you believe him, too. He sets a pace but slows down when you try to fuck yourself back onto his fingers, "No, no, sweetheart. Let me bring you there. I want you as relaxed as you were when I was massaging you, okay?"

"Yes, sir." You manage, face squished by the mattress, brain floating towards another planet already.

"Good girl." He says, fingers returning to continue their ministrations.

At some point, his thumb finds your tight ring of muscle, taunting him as it sat there within reach right above your now absolutely quivering cunt, circling it and adding just a little pressure. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sensation, surprised at how much you like it. "Mmh, so sensitive. You like this don't you?" You were so wet, every nerve alight at his touch, seconds from falling apart, holding on because you knew he would want to tell you when to let go. "You've been so good for me, angel, why don't you go ahead and come? On my fingers like a good girl."

Your body obeyed immediately, pleasure rolling through you. You thought your orgasm might never end, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. "There we go baby, just like that. God, you're stunning." You were still clenching when he removed his fingers, just long enough to strip off his boxers and tank top, climbing back up and guiding the tip of his cock to your absolutely drenched core, letting you suck him in, inch by inch. The way he filled you had you immediately working up to your second peak, "Christ, honey, you're so wet. So. Fucking. Tight." He punctuated his words with the snap of his hips as your walls clenched around him again and again.

"Sannie-" You cried out in pleasure.

"I know, kitten, I'm right here with you." He purred. By the time you're worked up to your third release, he's cumming in perfect time with you, cock quivering as he pumped you full. "Oh my god, yes, fuck." He cried out. "You were made to take me, weren't you, baby? So fucking good for me." He praised you as he pulled out, collapsing beside you and dragging your limp body over to lay on his glistening chest.

"Sannie, that was... fuck." You couldn't form proper words, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, jagi." He kissed your forehead, "The pleasure is all mine."

song mingi: He barely stirs as you roll on top of him, body aching, too early to do anything about it.

"Mmh, baby," Mingi’s morning voice is deep, raspy, one of his big hands pulls your leg up over his hips, the other tugging you closer to his chest.

You fall back asleep for a while. When you wake up, your head is a little more clear, and you realize you've bled through your underwear onto Mingi’s boxers. Heat flushes your cheeks in embarrassment and he stirs as he feels your body tense.

"'S wrong, jagi?" He rubs your back as his eyes blinked open slowly.

"Mingi, I'm so sorry, I-" you move your leg and he realizes what happened.

"C'mere." He pulls you back down into a slow kiss, apparently immune to your morning breath. You can't help but let out a moan as his hand finds your ass cheek, helping your hips grind into his thigh. "Yeah, you like that?" He all but growls into your ear as his hands work your stained underwear off, following with his own swiftly behind.

He rolls you over wordlessly, spooning you from behind, his already hard length in hand as you open your legs for him. He drags the head of his cock from your clit up to your soaked entrance, repeating it a few times until you're whining, grinding your ass back, begging to be taken.

"Oh, really?" He whispers, kissing down your shoulder, "You want me that bad, hm?"

"Please, Mingi, yes." You beg.

He holds his cock to your entrance, "Don't worry baby, I've got you." He pushes forward slowly, tip barely buried inside of you. "Go ahead, then." He instructs. You obey, working yourself down rather easily with the extra lubrication as you stretch over his large dick. You can tell he's watching himself disappear inside of you, his hair tickling your shoulder.

"Ah, fuck, jagi. You take me so well." He moans, beginning to lay long, lazy strokes. You knew when you first saw him dance on stage that his stroke game would be incredible, and you were pleased to find out how right you were when you started dating. It's only improved as he's gotten to know you better.

His hand reaches around to find your clit, fingers bumping into his shaft as he pleasures you, the perfect amount of pressure, circling and stroking. You were cramping so bad when you woke up but now your ab muscles had been given something real to focus on. You lean back, head falling to his broad shoulder as your whole body spasms in release. "Fuck yeah, just like that, baby." Mingi growls, his pace picking up as he works you through it, hips pumping harder and faster until he finally stills, and the feeling of his cock pumping you full of his seed is nearly enough to have you on the edge of coming again. All he has to do is play with your tender nipples and lay a few more strategic strokes and you're clenching around him again, breathless, whole body boneless, insides jellied.

You both caught your breath for a minute before Mingi spoke again. "Baby, I know we had plans for the farmers market today, but I'm sore from dance practice yesterday and I know you don't feel well. What if I make us some breakfast and start a load of laundry and then we can stay in all day and watch movies until I have to go to the studio tonight?"

You crane your neck around to kiss him, off-kilter from the odd angle, "That sounds perfect, baby."

"Mmh, good, I'm glad." He kissed you again, "Let me go grab you some Midol and start the shower, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you for being so sweet to me."

"Of course baby," He smiled as he extracted himself from your back, "I'm happy to. You always take care of me, it's the least I could do."

jung wooyoung: Hands on your waist startle you as you're washing dishes, audio book playing through your headphones concealing the noise of Wooyoung letting himself in.

“Ah!” You nearly drop the bowl in your hands, “Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!”

You feel yourself relax into his touch as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and moves one headphone off of your ear, “Baby, you're shouting.”

You huff as you place the bowl onto the drying rack, “Whose fault is that?”

He begins tickle you, “Not my fault!”

“Youngie!” You whine as you turn around in his arms, trying to evade his attacks, “Stop it!”

“Aw, grumpy,” his pout matches the one on your face.

You slap his chest playfully, “Hey, I have the right to be grumpy, my period just started.”

His expression turns sympathetic immediately, “Oh, jagi.” He kisses your forehead, “How can I help?”

You considered it for a second, “Well, I bought ingredients to make dinner but I really don't feel like cooking, so I was thinking about ordering in instead.”

“No way.” He grasped your face in his hands, “I'm gonna get you set up in the living room and then I'll get started cooking, okay?”

“Are you sure? You don't have-”

He cuts you off with a swift kiss, “No protesting. I'm happy to do it.”

You watch one episode of the show you've seen a thousand times, curled up on the living room couch, but as you see the preview for the next episode, you realize it's one you don't care much for, plus, the smell coming from the kitchen is calling your name. You turn off the TV and walk in right as Wooyoung is bending down to put the food in the oven to bake, making yourself right at home behind him on the island. He shuts the oven door and removes your light pink oven mitts- which look adorable on him - turning to spread your legs open so he can stand between them, arms caging you in as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Hi, beautiful.” You've always found his voice endearing, but it's especially so with the slight rasp it gets when he's jonesing for a you fix.

“Hi, handsome.” You barely get the words out before he's kissing you. Slow, deep movements from his mouth draw a moan from yours.

You can already feel heat pooling between your legs at his proximity and you pull back to ask, “Baby?”

“Yes, darling?” He smiles, eyes dark with desire, reveling in how he knows he drives you crazy.

“How much time do we have?”

“Twenty minutes,” His hand skims the waistband of your loose sleep shorts, sending shivers down your spine, “Plenty of time.”

You don't get a chance to reply before his fingers find their way inside your underwear, circling your throbbing bud slowly before dipping down to gather the slick that has gathered at your entrance, taking his time as he trails them back up, exploring your folds before resuming his ministrations at your clit.

Your hand finds his waist to hold onto for support, getting carried away with the sensations he's providing.

His thumb takes over for his fingers as they work their way south once again, circling your entrance before plunging them inside, curling them to hit your sweet spot.

“Wooyoung-” You gasp, your muscles already tensing at the magic he's working.

His lips tickle your earlobe as he whispers, “Shh, jagi, I've got you.”

Your head falls to his shoulder as his fingers set a pace, the sound of how wet you are at his touch only serving to double it.

You whimper as your walls start to clench around them and you can almost picture the smirk he's wearing, “That's it, pretty, just like that. Come on my fingers.” His words only intensify the sensation of pleasure as you clench around his fingers, panting as you call out his name.

He pulls his hand out when he's sure you've ridden out the waves, holding his slick fingers, streaked in some places with blood, in front of his face, devilish look on his face, eyebrow cocked.

“Wooyoung!” You scold him, “Don't you dare-”

But it's too late, he's popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

The timer goes off, interrupting you from further chastising him.

“What?” A smile takes over his face, “You taste good all the time, honey.”

You roll your eyes, but secretly find it cute.

He insists on feeding you bites of your dinner later, wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin when you're finished.

Later, in the shower, you let him bend you over and hit it from behind, pulling out last second to finish, hot liquid landing on your back, your ass. He helps you wash your body to make up for it.

Once in bed, he kisses you all over, making you giggle and squirm before finally relenting and tugging you to his chest, stroking your hair as your breath evens out and you drift off to sleep.

choi jongho: You almost wonder if the man has logged into your period tracking app on his phone, uncanny in how he can pretty much always predict it. Eyes studying you a few days out as you tear up unexpectedly at a particularly sappy car commercial. You find your cabinets stocked with your favorite snacks the next day.

The next morning, you wake up bloated, cramping, and grumpy. As you head into the bathroom, you realize Jongho has re-stocked your pain killers and period supplies. You call him when you get back into bed.

He answers on the second ring, “Hi, princess, how are you feeling today?”

“I swear you're more accurate than my tracking app, you fortune teller.” You can't help but be amazed at his abilities.

He chuckles, “No, peach, I just pay attention.”

You smile at the cute pet names. He's always trying out new ones on you. You can hear traffic in the background, “You're the best. What are you up to?”

“I'm about five minutes from your apartment.” He answers.

“Choi Jongho!” You giggle, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I'm the lucky one, jagi. I'll see you soon.”

He's good to his word, chocolate and a teddy bear in his arms, backpack slung over one shoulder when you open the door to let him in.

“Baby!” You all but squeal, “You're too good to me.”

He puts his things down on the coffee table and pulls you into a big bear hug, “Anything for my perfect girl.”

You pull back and he traces your cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you, his lips slow and careful, hands gentle as he pulls you close. Your tongue probes into his mouth and he allows it, a moan coming forward from somewhere deep in his chest. He detached his lips, “Do you want to go to your bedroom, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.” You simper.

He scoops you up bridal style and carries you to your bed, placing you gingerly onto the bed, climbing on top of you, kissing you into the mattress.

“Baby,” You stop him as he reaches for the hem of your shirt.

“What's up?” He falls to the bed beside you, not wanting to crowd you.

“I'm probably going to sound crazy and too needy-”

“Hush, don't talk about my girlfriend like that. Tell me what you need, ma chérie.”

You giggle at his attempt at French, “I don't really want to like… have sex. Because I feel icky. But I still want to. You know.”

He smiles fondly at you, “Where's your vibrator, gorgeous?”

You blush, pointing to your bedside table drawer.

He is relentless with your favorite toy, talking you through multiple orgasms, leaving your legs jellied, panting and sweating.

“So good for me, darling. I love watching you come.” He praises you as he switches the vibrator off, placing it on the bed beside him, pulling your boneless body to his chest.

“Thank you for understanding,” you murmur into his chest, “Sorry I didn't feel like doing more.”

“You never need to apologize for something like that.” He kisses your forehead, “Promise I'm happy to do it anytime. Anything to help my baby feel good.”

The teddy bear he brought is the weighted kind you microwave to help alleviate cramps, which he fixes up for you before curling up with you on the couch, chocolate within reach. He turns on your favorite comfort movie without being asked, humming the score softly. The sound of his voice melts your heart. You feel yourself drift off to sleep before the movie ends, with Jongho’s strong, warm hands moving absentmindedly across any expanse of skin within his reach, heart feeling fuzzy with affection towards your sweet boyfriend.

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toldthatdevil · 11 days ago

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Little Fish

pairings: WandaNat x Little!Reader

Content: swimming lessons, first time at a water park, protective mommies, age regression

A/N: so this ask actually disappeared from my inbox and im so glad I had it saved in my notes because I really got into this one so thank you to the anon that sent it to me.

p.s if you sent in an ask and I never responded to it, it might be because it has also disappeared so feel free to send it in again!

Prompt: Hihi i dunno if this is where we request things but could you maybe write wandanat x little!reader with maybe a trip to a water park or going swimming or something please? Maybe teaching her how to swim? I can't swim and I miss summer.

It was the height of summer. The worst season ever, because it meant you were always hot and always sweaty. It was the kind of hot that made all of your clothes cling to your skin and your hair feel like a sticky mess if it wasn’t tied up properly. But today your mommies were trying to make your summer a little less awful, because today they were taking you to the water park.

The drive felt like it was taking forever. You were practically vibrating in your car seat with excitement, asking, “Are we there yet?” every five minutes, much to Natasha and Wanda’s amusement. But, finally, finally, the twisting water slides appeared in the distance, and you pressed your face against the glass, straining to get a better look.

“Someone’s excited,” Natasha smirked, catching you bouncing in the rearview mirror.

Wanda turned around in her seat, brushing your knee with her hand to get your attention. “Remember our rule, sweetheart? You stay close, and tell mommy or me if it starts to feel like too much.”

You nodded eagerly, too busy staring out the window at the water slides to answer. This was your very first time at a water park, and even though you couldn’t really swim—if at all—your mommies had promised they’d stay with you the whole time, no matter what.

Once the car was parked, Natasha helped you out of your car seat while Wanda grabbed the bags from the trunk. Together, you joined the queue to enter the park ,then made your way to the family changing room.

Inside, Wanda knelt down helping you out of your clothes and into your swimsuit. “Arms up,” she prompted gently. You obeyed with a giggle, delighted as she helped you wriggle into your swimsuit.

But then came the worst part.

“Sunscreen time,” Natasha announced, kneeling in front of you with the bottle in her hand. “Hold still, lovebug,” she said, trying to smother the cold lotion onto your skin.

“Eww! It’s yucky!” you whined, trying to squirm away. You knew sunscreen was important, but did it always have to feel so cold? You felt Wanda’s hands rest gently but firmly on your shoulders to stop you squirming even more.

“Just a little more,” Wanda soothed, bending down to kiss your cheek. “We don’t want you coming home looking like a tomato, now do we?”

You sighed and gave a reluctant nod, murmuring a soft “hm” as you finally gave in.

“And done,” Natasha said with a satisfied nod, tossing the bottle back into the beach bag.

You immediately turned scrambling toward the door, your hand already on the handle. “Can we go, can we go?”

Behind you, Wanda was half naked, she hadn’t even had time to put her bikini bra on before you opened the door.

“Hey—! Wait, wait!” Wanda gasped, fumbling to cover herself before you could swing the door all the way open exposing her. “Mama’s not trying to flash the whole water park here, sweetheart.”

Natasha chuckled from where she was folding your clothes back into the bag. “Easy, tiger,” she said with a teasing glance.

Wanda smirked as she finally got the ties of her bikini top secured.

“Ugh,” you groaned dramatically, bouncing on your heels as you waited. “Can we go now?!”

“Hm…” Wanda drew out the sound as she looked you over thoughtfully. “I don’t know… I think something’s missing.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

She knelt down beside one of the bags on the floor and unzipped it.

“I have something for you,” she whispered, with a smile.

Your eyes widened as she revealed a pair of colourful armband floats and a floatie shaped exactly like your favourite animal.

“Mama!” you gasped, reaching out with grabby hands. “I love them!”

Natasha and Wanda chuckled, happy with your reaction.

“What do we say?” Natasha prompted gently, one eyebrow raised as she stood and slung the bag over her shoulder.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you squealed in delight, throwing your arms around your mama and hugging her tightly.

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The water park was… a lot.

It was bigger than you imagined. Louder too. You stood there hesitantly, unsure of what to do first. You watched as the other children darted past you, shrieking with laughter, water splashing everywhere. There were so many people and it all felt like chaos, which was exciting but also overwhelming.

You reached for your mommies’ hands without thinking, suddenly feeling very, very small.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Wanda murmured, sensing your nervousness. “How about we start with something gentle? We could try the lazy river, hm?”

You nodded, not entirely sure what that was but trusting your mommy’s suggestion.

You didn’t have to wait in line long before, you were settling into your brightly coloured inflatable ring. Natasha held it steady for you so you didn’t drift off, then climbed into her own once Wanda had settled into hers.

You could feel the current tugging at you gently eager to move and for a moment you were worried that as soon as Natasha let go you would be whisked away, but she didn’t. The water stayed slow and gently, carrying all three of you along.

You trailed your fingers through the warm water, watching the ripples spread. One loop around the river turned into two before you even realised, and you were secretly hoping to go around a third time but Wanda gave your ring a soft nudge.

“Alright, little fish,” she smiled, “let’s try something else?”

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After the lazy river, you wandered through the park for a while, taking everything in from the safety of your mommies arms. They took turns giving you piggy backs when you complained that the ground was getting too hot for your bare feet. Together you looked at the wave pool, watched the bigger kids zoom down the slides that were way too tall for you, and found it particularly hilarious to watch the giant water buckets fill up and tip over, splashing water onto people’s heads.

Eventually though your tummy started to rumble.

You ate lunch with your mommies by the lagoon pool, munching on sandwiches and fruit cups. As you ate your food, you watched the other kids slide down the smaller slides nearby, eyes glued to them.

You were too small for the big slides you saw earlier, but these ones looked smaller, something you might be able to try.

“You wanna try it out, lovebug?” Natasha asked, following your gaze.

You bit your lip. You really wanted to… but it was new and that made it scary.

“I can go with you,” she offered gently. “You can sit right in my lap the whole way down.”

You looked at your mama, unsure. Wanda gave you an encouraging smile, her voice soft as she spoke. “You can do it sweetheart,” she said, her eyes warm and reassuring.

That was all you needed to hear to convince you. You nodded, but you were only going if mommy went with you like she said she would, and if mama would wait for you in the pool below.

Taking a deep breath, you started to climb the metal stairs. Natasha’s hand found yours, steadying your nerves as you climbed, but still each step forward made your heart beat faster and butterflies flutter in your belly. Natasha’s voice was soft and low beside you so only you could hear, soothing you gently. “You’ve got this, lovebug. We’re almost there.”

When you reached the top, you realised just how high up you were. It didn’t look that tall from the ground but now you were here you were unsure if you could do it at all.

You watched as Natasha sat down first on the slide, the water rushing past her. She reached out her arms for you but you stood there hesitantly. “Come on, squirt” she said.

Carefully you shuffled over to her and she pulled you effortlessly into her lap.

“Ready?” she asked, adjusting you slightly so you were secure. You gave her a nervous nod, and with your approval she pushed off gently, starting your descent down the slide.

You screamed the entire way down, clinging to her as you whooshed around the bends of the slide, cold water spraying your face. You had your eyes shut tight the entire way down, so the big splash into the pool took you by complete surprise.

You felt Natasha’s grip tighten on your waist just before bringing you up above the water.

As you wiped the water from your face and blinked your eyes open, you saw your mama waiting right where she said she’d be. In the pool, only she had a waterproof camera in hand.

“You did it, sweetheart!” she cheered, beaming. She waded over and planted a big kiss on your cheeks, making you giggle.

“Again!!” you shouted as soon as you caught your breath.

Natasha laughed. “Could you hear her screaming the whole way down?”

“I’m pretty sure half of the park heard her,” Wanda laughed.

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The rest of the afternoon consisted of waiting in line for the same exact slide, over and over again and running around in the splash pads.

But there was only one thing left you really wanted to try: the wave pool.

Wanda frowned slightly. “I think you might be too little, sweetheart…”

Your bottom lip wobbled. “Please, Mommy?” you whispered, turning to Natasha. You knew Natasha was much easier to convince than your mama.

Natasha sighed, and looked over at Wanda. “Maybe we give her a quick swimming lesson first?”

Wanda didn’t answer right away. She glanced between the two of you, looking at your hopeful little face made her soften, just a bit.

“Okay,” she said finally, “but I want to see you swimming like a little fish before we even think about the waves.”

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“I can’t do it mommy,” you whimpered, your little toes curling over the edge of the pool. Even though the water was shallow and you could see the bottom, see the toys that had sunk down there waiting to be recovered. it was still so scary.

“Yes you can,” Natasha encouraged from the water, her red hair now pulled back into a ponytail, her arms wide open for you, “you’re so brave, I know you can do this.”

“And I’m right behind you,” Wanda added, rubbing small circles on your back but your heart still felt as though it was going to beat its way out from your ribcage.

“What if I sink?” you asked in a small voice, feeling yourself slipping deeper into your headspace.

Wanda knelt beside you, taking your hands gently in hers. “Watch,” her voice was soft. She waved a hand and tendrils of her red magic rippled through the water, and a toy that had sunk to the bottom of the pool floated up into her hand. “If you go under, I’ll just bring you back to me.”

You giggled. Her magic always helped and you loved watching her use it.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But do I have to jump?”

Natasha smiled. “No, silly.”

“Come sit on the steps with me,” Wanda said, guiding you down to sit on the first step. The water lapped at your waist, and Natasha waded over to come closer to you.

“Lesson Number 1,” Natasha said, slipping into what you called her "secret spy" voice, “is learning to be friends with the water. Let’s start by splashing.”

You kicked and splashed and giggled, slowly relaxing. Natasha taught you to blow bubbles with your face partially submerged.

“That’s it, just like blowing out birthday candles.”

You watched as she showed you how to use your arms to push you forward in the water.

“Imagine you’re scooping ice cream.”

And she showed you how to float on your back without your armbands on.

Wanda sat at the edge of the pool, watching and taking pictures with her camera, occasionally giving your floatie that you had insisted on bringing with you a nudge closer with her magic, making you giggle through your nerves.

It didn’t take you long to catch on, and now you were barely holding onto Natasha. You were only using her as a guide, scared you would bump your head on the pool wall without her.

“Okay, I’m going to let go of one hand,” she warned, “but I’ll be right here.”

You nodded, determined to this. She let go and you kept going, you kept kicking and scooping and you were finally swimming!

“You’re doing it!” Wanda cheered from the side of the pool, her camera clicking rapidly.

“Mommy, I wanna try without you holding me!”

Natasha raised a brow but nodded. “Alright then squirt. Swim from me to Mama.”

You took a deep breath, scooped, kicked and swam, doing your best to go in a straight of a line as possible. You knew you’d made it when Wanda scooped you into a tight hug.

You let out a squeal.

“Now back to me!” Natasha called, her arms outstretched for you.

You felt much more confident this time, but you kicked yourself right into Natasha’s embrace.

“Mission accomplished!” she declared, giving you a big kiss on your wet cheeks and spinning you around. “Wave pool time?”

You grinned, nodding excitedly.

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You waded in together just at the right time. The horn blared signalling the start of the waves. The gentle swells of the water began to rise, rolling in lazily at first before you saw them really starting to build in size.

Wanda had one hand resting on your back, her other subtly weaving glowing red threads of her magic into the water around you. You didn’t notice what she was doing exactly, but you could tell the water felt different where you were, it was softer. Nowhere near as exciting as further out, where you wanted to be.

But then you noticed why.

“Mama,” you pouted, craning to look up at her. “You’re making the waves small!”

Wanda sighed, caught in her act. “I was just trying to keep them from being too rough for you, sweetheart.”

“I want the big ones,” you insisted, pointing further out. “The real waves,”

You could see her hesitation. She glanced at Natasha for backup, but Natasha only smiled. “She’s got her armbands on, Wanda,” Natasha said. “She’ll be fine.”

You beamed happily, and latched yourself onto Natasha’s hip as you couldn’t quite reach the bottom of the pool anymore. You wrapped your little arms and legs around her like a baby koala as she walked the two of you out into deeper water. Wanda stayed close beside you, her brows slightly knit together with concern.

You felt the water gradually lifting around you, rising and falling like it was breathing. It almost felt like you were flying. The thrill of it made your heart pound hard in your chest

“I wanna go deeper!” You squealed.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Wanda asked cautiously, brushing your wet hair out of your eyes.

“Yes! Deeper!”

Your mama looked like she might say no, but Natasha was already racing ahead, stepping further in, her grip firm around your waist.

“She’s okay,” Natasha called back confidently. “I’ve got her.”

You were in the thick of it now, the waves were cresting higher than anywhere else in the pool, more violent too. You had your arms wrapped around Natasha’s neck, laughing. You were so far out you don’t even think she could touch the floor anymore but you didn’t care. You were having fun. You felt brave. You felt big.

But then it happened.

A massive wave rolled in. “Hold on-“ Natasha started, but it was too late.

She tried to hold you tighter, but the wave knocked into her full force, and for a terrifying moment, you felt yourself slip out of her arms.

You were under the water.

You tumbled with the wave, turning upside down, water burning your nose and throat.

Before you could panic fully, you felt a familiar warmth grasp wrapping itself around you like a ribbon and pull you through the water, into the arms of your Mama. She clutched you tightly to her chest, holding the back of your head, her heart pounding against you. You were sputtering, coughing, trying to blink away the water from your eyes.

Your chest felt tight and your face scrunched in confusion from what just happened. You weren’t crying…not yet.

“Oh my god, is she okay?” Natasha swam up, breathless and soaked, her hands hovering near you. “I’m so sorry, I had her- I didn’t mean to -shit.”

Your head snapped toward her, still dazed by the wave, but you caught what she said.

“Bad word,” you mumbled, sniffling a little.

“What?” Natasha blinked in confusion.

“You said a bad word, mommy,” you repeated, the tiniest form of a grin breaking on your face.

Wanda huffed a soft laugh, before pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. “She’s fine,” She murmured with relief, but you could tell her voice was still tight. She looked up at Natasha with a stern frown. “No more wave pool.”

Natasha nodded immediately, the guilt written all over her face. “Agreed. I’m so sorry, lovebug.”

You didn’t answer—just wrapped your arms tightly around Wanda’s neck, pressing your cheek against her shoulder.

Wanda carried you out of the pool, not letting go for even a second. You were still a little shaky, your face pink and damp, but you stayed quiet as she wrapped a towel around you and gently patted you dry.

“Let’s get you warm,” Wanda said softly, tucking your floaties under her arm.

Natasha came back with a bottle of water and your favourite snack from the cooler bag, crouching beside your lounge chair.

“Here,” she whispered, holding it out. “Hydration mission, agent. Top priority.”

You took the bottle with both hands and drank obediently, eyes still a bit wide but your fingers curling in comfort when Wanda sat down beside you and draped another towel across your lap.

“Think we’re done with deep water for today,”Natasha said gently, brushing her knuckles against your cheek.

You nodded slowly, leaning into Wanda’s side as she wrapped her arm around you. The events of the day were beginning to catch up to you. You were warm, dry, full of snacks, and now totally tuckered out.

“Can we do lazy river again later?” you asked with a yawn, your voice small, already starting to lose your battle with sleep.

Wanda smiled and tucked your damp hair behind your ear. “Of course we can, my love.”

Natasha leaned in and kissed your temple. “But only if you promise to let me hold you extra tight.”

You gave a sleepy nod, and let your eyes flutter shut, needing to close them for just a few moments. But the sounds of the water park, the laughter, the splashing, the feeling of the sun on your skin slipped further and further away from you and before you knew it, you were fast asleep, wrapped contently in Wanda’s arms.

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darling-flora · 8 months ago

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Grapejuice

INSTAGRAM BLURB

fc : christina nadin

(bakerhs94 = harry private instagram)

summary : harry meets a pretty girl in italy who has no clue who he is.

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yn95 rome has been lovely

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yourbff except for when some guy spilt your coffee and you almost cried....

↳yn95 i was really looking forward to the coffee... ↳yn95 but he bought me another one so it was fine ↳yourbff and you thought he was cute 😏 ↳yn95 well yes.... ↳yourbff if we see him again you gotta ask for his number ↳yn95 well no.... im too scaredy-cat to do that ↳yourbff2 he'll def ask you, i know it !!

friend1 where was the 5th picture taken ?

↳yn95 It's the garden rooftop bar at the hotel Relais Fontana di Trevi.

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hsdaily Harry out in rome, italy recently !

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hrryfan3 oh he's home iktr

hrryfan1 did someone take these pics on a flip phone ????

hrryfan5 i met him he was so sweet !!!

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yourbff WHAT DID YOU SAY ????

yn95 I SAID YES ??

yourbff did you get his name...?

yn95 well obviously

yourbff what is it babe ...? yourbff i dont want you getting kidnapped and i dont know his name ��

yn95 his name is harry yn95 he's british....

yourbff oooooo very cute yourbff also you live in london babe.... being in italy you were supposed to find an italian man..

yn95 ugh ik but he's cute and was rlly sweet yn95 so im excited 😁

yourbff well good luck babe !!!

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yourbff flowers cute !!! but b4 you knew what ????

yn95 what he does for a living...

yourbff what is it...? he isn't like a cop or something is he 😔

yn95 he's a singer

yourbff like soundcloud..?

yn95 THATS WHAT I SAID yn95 i literaly said "what like soundcloud?" and he said "no like spotify" and he like giggled

yourbff wait babe... yourbff his name is harry.... yourbff he's british....

yn95 yep yep....

yourbff HE'S HARRY FUCKING STYLES yourbff I WAS NEVER A HARRY GIRL yourbff more of a zayn girl yourbff BUT WTF yourbff OMG

yn95 HE HAD TO LIKE SPELL IT OUT FOR ME yn95 I HAD NO CLUE WHO HE WAS yn95 still really don't yn95 i liked girls b4 i liked boys yn95 so i wasn't into boybands when you were

yourbff ugh ik i really wanted you to be a fan but you couldn't care less yourbff BUT yourbff he likes you obviously or he wouldn't have told you who he was

yn95 he asked me if i wanted to go on another date yn95 that's why he told me who he was so i had like a "get out of jail free card" yn95 because of all the fans and paparazzi yk

yourbff that's sweet, sooooo do you wanna go on a date with him even with all the crazy stuff that could come..?

yn95 yeah... he was so sweet and just easy to be around , i really like him 😇

yourbff awwww babe im glad yourbff ill protect you from any crazy fans 💋

yn95 oh thanks... hope they don't hate me 🙏

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hsdaily Harry recently followed Y/n's public and private instagram on his private instagram !

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hrryfan15 okay how do we even know thats his private insta

↳hrryfan11 i mean look at the usersame bakerhs94.... ↳hrryfan11 also his friends follow the account so it would be weird for them to follow an impersonator

hrryfan2 oh she's so beautiful, but he is not subtle at all

hrryfan63 maybe he just likes her hair products 😁🤞

hrryfan8 omg i went to college with her wtf

↳hrryfan11 really ??? what's she like ↳hrryfan8 she's truly so sweet, anyone would tell you how nice she was !!

hrryfan15 wait i have some of her products they're really good

hrryfan4 his friends and family follow her too 😭

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yn95 a month in italy, now 2 london

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yourbff so glad i came for a few days it was too fun !!!!!!!

↳yn95 im glad too, i missed you!!!

bakerhs94 cutie 😚

↳yn95 says you 😉

gemmastyles the bowl is so cute !?!!??

↳yn95 San Raphael Wild Flower Salad Bowl !!! im buying a set for everyone 😁

friend1 oh what a lucky girl !!!!

mitchrowland not harry hitting the dad pose

↳ bakerhs94 that's just my normal pose....

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bakerhs94 italia 🍇

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mitchrowland ur cute

↳ bakerhs94 no you 😉

gemmastyles gotta meet y/n soon.... facetime isn't enough

↳ bakerhs94 soon i promise 🤞

yn95 no photo creds on the 1st pic ?

↳ bakerhs94 Y/N TOOK THE FIRST PICTURE !!!! ↳yn95 so sassy... ↳ bakerhs94 might have to hire you to take pictures of me ↳yn95 a job taking pictures of you ? i'll do it free of charge 😉 ↳ bakerhs94 i know a few ways of payment ↳pillowpersonpp WHOAAAA get a room

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deuxmoi Harry Styles seen out in London getting cozy with rumored girlfriend Y/n.

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hrryfan11 in public and he didn't spot the camera....this is crazyyyyy

username1 its y/n l/n she was born in Saudi Arabia to a Filipino mother and Irish British father, she grew up in England 🙂👍

↳hrryfan81 ??? how did you find all that info wtf ↳username1 shes a model.... it's on her model agency's website

hrryfan2 i wanna be her so bad

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hsdaily Harry and Y/n seen out in London recently !

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hrryfan15 wait they're cute

hrryfan2 he definitely felt the camera so he brought her closer to him 😭

hrryfan63 oh the matching shoes are so cute

hrryfan8 I MET HIM WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER

↳hrryfan11 really ? what were they like..? ↳hrryfan8 they were walking and i turned around and saw it was him and when he noticed he put his arm around her and whispered something and she smiled and stood to the side while i talked with harry. ↳hrryfan8 when harry was going back to her, i waved at her and she waved back and smiled then when they walked past me together she said "have a good day", truly so sweet.

hrryfan15 they're kinda serving parents

hrryfan4 were getting a love album iktr

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yourinstagram a day around london🪐

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yourbff who's that behind you in the third picture 🤨

↳yourinstagram no clue 🤭 ↳yourbff she's a pretty gal 😉 ↳yourinstagram oh stappp 😚

friend1 every time i see your face on an ad i take a picture 😁🤞

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hrryfan2 oh we know who took these pics 😪

gemmastyles pretty girl !!!

↳ yourinstagram that's all you 😚🤍

friend3 wow wow wow gorgeous !!!!

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hrryfan5 harry liking and gemma in comments.... oh it's serious

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harrystyles Harry’s House. May 20th.

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hrryfan1 IM NOT READY

hrryfan55 New Harry?!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨

yourinstagram AHHHHHH !!!! ❤❤

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hrryfan5 he knows how to like comments now ???

hrryfan23 OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING IT'S REALLY HAPPENING BESTIES

hrryfan44 AOTY !!!!

hrryfan7 THE TULIPS ????

↳hrryfan11 ???? whats wrong with tulips...? ↳hrryfan7 y/n loves tulips.... ↳hrryfan11 ohhhhh well he obviously loves her so it makes sense 😁

hrryfan9 HOME SWEET HOME !!!!

hrryfan81 screaming crying throwing up

hrryfan20 can't wait

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hsdaily Harry and Y/n seen in California ahead of harrys Coachella performance !

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hrryfan11 she does NOT wanna be seen lol

↳hrryfan71 at least she's not getting the fame chaser allegations...

hrryfan2 love that they go everywhere together tbh

hrryfan3 they feel like endgame

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hslvrr1 harry looking at y/n during coachella...

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hrryfan1 oh to be y/n

hrryfan2 HIM BLOWING A KISS ??? he's actually insane 😵‍💫

hrryfan3 i need a cigarette 🚬

hrryfan4 HIS SMILE 😭😭

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yourinstagram ✌ weekends in the valley

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pillowpersonpp loooking good !!!😎

↳yourinstagram 😘

yourbff so much fun !!! 🤭

↳yourinstagram thank you for keeping me company ❤😇

hrryfan1 i feel like this confirms they're dating

↳hrryfan3 well we already knew that

friend1 a weekend to remember !!! 🥳

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hrryfan2 i get it harrystyles shes so pretty

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deuxmoi Harry Styles seen out on a date in New York with girlfriend Y/n L/n the night before his album Harry’s House is released.

Styles was seen shielding L/n from the camera's as they left; after the pair left, Y/n posted pictures from the date night on her Instagram story.

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ynstylesfan1 they are so hot omg

hrryfan1 need the paps to leave him alone but thank you for these pics because he looks too good 🥵

username1 she's stunning !

hrryfan2 hottest couple out !!!

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harrystyles Harry’s House. Out now.

📷 : yourinstagram

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hrryfan1 PICTURES BY WHO ???

hrryfan2 im gonna be sick these two are so im love 😭

hrryfan3 SHE WAS IN THE STUDIO WHILE HE WAS MAKING IT ???? i need another cigarette 🚬

hrryfan4 at this point whens the wedding ?

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yourinstagram who knew a month in Italy could change your life.

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harrystyles Love you ❤🪐

↳yourinstagram love you sm !!! 😘

yourbff 📷 by me 🤭

↳yourinstagram ty 😚 ↳harrystyles Thank you 👋

hrryfan1 THE HARD LAUNCH AFTER THE ALBUMS OUT ???

friend1 Happy for you two !!

hrryfan2 his shirt matching her bathing suit is killing me, they're so cute 😭

hrryfan4 "There's never been someone who's so perfect for me" im gonna start sobbing

gemmastyles Glad you two found each other ❤

↳ yourinstagram awww gemma 😪❤

hrryfan3 WHEN IS IT GONNA BE MY TURN ???

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urmomisunderme2 · 8 months ago

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Guilty as sin

Warning: daddy kink, wet dreams, watching (i don’t remember what it’s called😭) and I don’t remember but smut

When your back for home for summer you never know what could happen, especially with your dads best friend Natasha…

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"Nat fuck nat please-oh god please" you moan as Natasha rubs your clit "you like that detka hm?" You buck your hips toward her hand but she moves away"no natty no please-" you whine "patience little girl... you gonna love this even more" you watch her standing at the end of the bed taking of her belt and jeans and pulling down her boxers just enough for her cock to stand proud, she moves back onto be and lines up to your core and just when she's about to split you open... *buzz buzz buzz* your alarm goes off, yet another night you've had a wet dream about your daddy's best friend.

Being home for summer was amazing, it was nice to see your dad again although that feeling can get old fast sometimes, this time faster then anytime before when you had only be home for about 5 minutes when your dad asked if you’d been getting any at uni, what the fuck, that was a crazy thing to ask but that’s what Tony stark was like as a dad and honestly it wouldn’t be as awkward as it was if you didn’t have a crush on his best friend who you’d be having wet dreams about for months.

You get out of bed put on your silk robe that Natasha had given to you for your 19th birthday a few months ago, you walk out your room and down to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. As you walk through the hallway and get closer to the kitchen you can hear your father talking with someone. You enter the kitchen to see the woman featuring in all your pantie ruining dreams, Natasha Romanoff looking as gorgeous as ever even in her black t shirt and grey sweatpants making parts of her really stand out, this was not what you needed after the dream you just had.

Natasha smiles as she see you wake in starting to walk over to you from where she was standing leaning against the counter.

“Such a sleepy girl” she says pulling you into a hug, something you hadn’t given her in months since your crush had amplified to this crazy level of neediness “finally a hug from my girl” she said pulling you closer but all you can focus on now is how you can feel her shaft against your front. You had known Natasha your whole life and as soon as you started to have crushes she was your first and longest, you’d had a crush on her now since you where twelve obviously the feelings you felt had changed a bit over time with a sexual need too.

“Hi” you say as she pulls away “hey dad” you greet your dad and walk over to the fridge to get some orange juice “how was your sleep?” Your dad asked, he could tell something was up, you blush at his question as you fill your glass and turn back around to face them, leaning back against the counter opposite them “Emm…okay I guess” your face was only blushing more “you don’t seem very sure” Natasha looked at you with an unreadable expression “just like dreams and stuff you know” “dreams not nightmares, ohhhh someone having sex dreams” Tony teases, you look over at him with a death glare can’t he just be a normal dad for once “dad really?” You look over at Natasha embarrassed “hey don’t look at me to save you I’m just as interested” Natasha smirks.

“I’m not even- ugh imma shower” you leave the room before you somehow reveal who it’s about. You go back to your room and into the bathroom as you had an ensuite bathroom, you drop the robe and turn the shower on, after a minute you walk into the rainfall shower.

You can’t help yourself as your had slides down to clit rubbing in tight circles as you think of Natasha, imagining her doing this to you, kissing down your neck, telling you what she wants to do to you “Natasha… fuck…” you moan as you cum glad that the house you live in is absolutely giant.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, walking into your bedroom jumping a little when you see Natasha standing in your room with a smirk on her face “Natasha what are you..” you stop before you finish just now realising she may have heard you. “I came to leave you some pastries for after your shower but I just couldn’t help but stay when I heard those lovely noises you where making detka”

You freeze as Natasha walks over to you pulling you in and kissing you harshly, her hands falling to your ass. You both pull away for breath.

“On the bed princess” you walk backwards until you fall onto the bed and spread your legs open, your towel had fallen off at some point as you only notice. Natasha stands at the end of the bed “touch your clit detka” she commands and you do, moaning a little as your body is still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Natasha watches over you with her hand falling into her pants starting to touch herself too.

“If you’re a good girl and tell me want you want you can have more princess” you speed up wanting even more but it’s not her, it’s not enough without her touching you “I want you natty please, rip me open please, do anything to make I don’t care just fuck me!” You scream and before you know if Natasha is on top of you and pushing herself in your cunt “call me daddy detka” you can’t help but hold back your moan, Natasha was so big, you’d never had anything this big in you before “yes daddy”

“Good girl” Natasha says kissing and nibbling at your neck “faster daddy please daddy I need to…” Natasha listens to you speeding up and bringing one of her hands down to rub your clit “cum for daddy princess…daddy’s gonna cum in you…fill you up with my baby’s” a few seconds later you cum with a scream.

Natasha keeps railing into your sensitive core “daddy I-“ you whine but are interrupted by Natasha “fuck detka fuck daddy’s gonna cum” and she does, filling you full with her cum.

She fall down next to you giving you a kiss on the cheek “I’m glad I heard you in the shower, god I wanted you so bad and hopefully now you’ll be filled with my baby’s all plump and pregnant”

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Ugh, Whimsical!reader x James (not together yet) where anytime she says something he just has the most lovesick look on his face and Sirius is like “we’ve lost him, boys” but then reader quips back with something about looking at those you’re comfortable and friendly with boosts your seratonin and you’re glad to have James look at you if it makes him happy

Thanks for requesting babe!

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 932 words

“You seem like you’re feeling better today, Remus,” you say, passing him a cup of tea. You give one to Sirius, too, then James. It’s got a couple of little flowers floating on the top, James notices. Adorable.

Remus looks a bit caught offguard. “I am, thanks. How’d you know?”

“Your aura’s looking less gray than usual.”

Sirius snickers. “Just like you to have a gray aura, Moons. Boring.”

You settle on the couch beside James, crossing your legs underneath you. “I don’t think Remus is boring,” you say, voice soft and airy as dandelion fluff. “His color often just looks a tad sapped. It’s bluer today.”

Remus seems to perk up a bit at your appraisal. He does look well, James thinks, but your noticing improves his color even more. Remus doesn’t like being viewed like a helpless, afflicted lamb, and you never have treated him like one, save whatever you put in his tea (it takes a few minutes longer to make than the rest of yours, though James pretends not to notice).

James watches you watching Remus, and his heart gives a happy little throb. You’re so kind. Considerate in ways which you play off as incidental, but James can see the effort you put into taking care of the people in your life. He doesn’t know how you know half the things you do, but you’re always looking out for them. He’ll be waiting for Sirius to come home late at night and you’ll text to ask if everything is okay, or Remus will be having one of his worse days and you’ll show up unannounced with chocolates and juniper bound with twine to “cleanse” their flat, whatever that means. Or when James was sick with the flu a few weeks ago, and Remus and Sirius both swore they hadn’t said a word to you but he woke from a nap to find you sitting beside him with soup and a very strong elderberry tea. He’s fairly sure your presence had healed him just as much as the sustenance. You have that effect on him.

“Do we all have auras?” Sirius asks, and James comes out of his reverie to find his friend watching him with a poorly concealed smirk. He supposes he’s had that look on his face again. Lovestruck.

“Of course.” You give Sirius a funny smile, like this should be obvious. “Everyone has an aura,” you say, “we just can’t all see it all of the time.”

“What’s yours look like?” James asks.

Your lips part in surprise as you turn to look at him, your knee bumping his thigh. “I can’t see my own. I’d have to ask someone else.”

“What about mine?” Sirius asks.

You turn back to Sirius. James feels the loss. “Right now, it’s mostly orange.”

“Right now?”

“Yours shifts a lot. A couple of minutes ago, it was pinker.” You tilt your head, considering. “You’re very sunset-y today, Sirius.”

Sirius grins, and James knows that whatever his friend may think about auras, he’s going to carry that compliment with him for the rest of the week.

“And what about our Jamesie? What’s his aura like?”

“Oh, James’ almost never changes.” You look over at him with a small smile on your face. Maybe James is flattering himself, but he feels as though there’s a faintly secretive quality to it, like some part of your smile is just for him. “His is always yellow. Though I have been noticing a bit more red than usual lately.”

James isn’t sure he can speak with your eyes on him like this. You’re so lovely it’s choking him. Thankfully, Remus comes to his aid.

“Is that a good thing?” he asks. “It shifting, I mean.”

You don’t turn away from James like he expects you’re going to. You hold his gaze, that smile broadening just slightly. It has all the soft radiance of moonlight.

“I don’t think so,” you say. “It’s not making him any less himself. It only means that something has changed.”

“Good god,” Sirius stage-whispers to Remus. “Look at him, we’ve lost him completely. Bet it gets redder every time he looks at her.”

“It does, a little.” Your eyes flit upwards, presumably to colors which he can’t see but he imagines his complexion is starting to match. “It might be the serotonin boost. Looking at people you care about will do that.” You set a hand on top of his, thumb stroking over the knuckle of his pinkie finger. James’ mouth is a desert. “I’m happy to have James look at me if it makes him happy.”

Sirius lets out a short laugh. “I’m sure it does, babe. He’s—”

Remus must elbow him, because he goes blessedly silent.

“I’ve been wondering,” Remus says mildly, “do you give us different kinds of tea? They always look distinct from each other.”

“Oh, yes.” You finally break your gaze away from James’, but your hand stays atop his. It’s hardly a whisper of a touch, and yet he’s very concerned you’re somehow absorbing every thought and feeling he’s having through some freaky osmosis. It doesn’t seem wholly out of the realm of possibility for you. “I make them with different ingredients for each of you.”

Sirius quirks an eyebrow. “In that case, can I try a new one next time? This one tastes a bit like dirt.”

You shrug, nonplussed. “If you like, but it might not do as much for you.”

“What do you put in them?” Remus asks curiously.

You take a sip of your own tea. “Just what you need.”

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dancingdonatello · 2 months ago

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Can i still request in 2012 tmnt? Like the reader is their close friend and she is sweet and so kind but they found out that she is in trouble so they all rushed in to help her but is suprised to see that she fights good.

2012 tmnt x reader

Leo is flabbergasted at the ring of unconscious and bruised Foot soldiers around you. He had feared the worst when you had been taken away, but it seemed he shouldn’t have.

“I’m glad they weren’t the robo ones!” You smiled, nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t a big deal. He sheathes his swords and rushes over to you, checking you over. You pet his cheek affectionately. “I’m fine, promise.”

He hugs you tight and lets out a relieved sigh. “Never do that again.”

Raph destroys everyone in his way. Any Purple Dragon punk that dared to ever even glance at you is on the floor seconds.

When he gets to the room they locked you in for an interrogation, he’s ready to especially hurt this one. Who knew what they did to you. Did they have you chained? In ropes? Drugged?

He wrenches the door open so hard it flies off the hinges. But instead of you in the chair tied up, it’s one of the Purple Dragons, knocked out. You were standing beside the chair, mostly unharmed. “Are ya serious.”

“Hi Raphy.”

When Donnie heard your scream, his heart dropped. He rushed towards the alleyway you were in, not knowing what to expect.

But by the time he spots you, he watches as you pummel a robotic man and then punt a Krang alien away from you when it lunged from its robotic belly.

“It’s so gross!” You kicked the slimy brain away from you. “Ugh. Donnie!! I have goop on my shoes!” He carries you home after you kick off your sneakers and he promises you that he will indeed burn them. He gets a kiss on the cheek for all his troubles.

Mikey doesn’t know how he’ll live without your big smiles or your soft hugs, so he rushes to the location you had sent to his phone.

“Can you get rid of this fish for me?” You smiled sweetly at him. Fishface was crumpled at your feet and you casually twirled around the baseball bat you had.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mikey sighed dreamily before grabbing the robotic legs of the mutant to drag him out of your house.

#tmnt x reader #2012 tmnt donatello x reader #2012 tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #raphael hamato x reader

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anticapitalistclown · 7 months ago

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jake x reader being a married couple pleaseee

sure! (I'll post this for celebrating my 4 years of having Jake as my fave)

Me and my husband, Jake Kim x reader

fluff (with mentions of sex)

"my husband is so annoying" you take a bite of your food while hearing your workmates dissing their husbands "mine too ugh" you savored the lunch your husband made you and looked at your phone to see the hour and the wallpaper, you had a picture of the two of you, a few hours and you can finally see him.

Your workmate smiled "and don't talk about their snoring" they laughed "so annoying!" you thought about him, about his heavy breaths when he sleeps and his little snoring when he is too tired, a smile formed on your face "they never let us rest!" you thought of his tired smile "and if it's not the snoring is about having activity on the bed!" a blush on your face appeared at the thought of how he made tender love to you last night, his lips kissed with admiration all your body with the same love that grew all these years.

You packed your bento and walk again inside the office "marriage is useful, but as the years pass it gets boring" your workmates all nod at your manager's words, you sigh and keep walking, "I want to get home and see him".

You saw the time and rushed out of your workplace "y/n" a call of your name stopped your tracks, it was your workmates "we're going to grab some drinks, want to join?" you heard how they were planning to arrive late at home to avoid their husbands, you were about to pout "I'm sorry, but I want to see my husband" you bowed at them and walked home.

You took off your shoes and walked inside home, the dinner was set on the table, and he was waiting for you with a tired smile, "I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up from work" you rushed to Jake, hugging him "my husband" he giggled "my wife" you buried your face on his chest, regaining energy from his touch "do you want to shower or eat first?" his hands palmed softly your back "the shower only if you join me" he smiled and walked with you on the bathroom "the kids?" you asked about your sons "deep asleep" he unbuttoned your shirt and kissed your shoulder.

After taking a soothing bath you pushed him on bed and crawled next to him, Jake smiled "I think we should get dinner" you shushed him "give a little time for cuddles please" he sighed and wrapped his arms around you "thank you" you kiss the tip of his nose, your hands massage his scalp, your fingers trailing his white hairs, your eyes admiring his wrinkles, wrinkles that accompanied yours too "we're growing old together" you whisper in a melancholic voice "and isn't that beautiful?" Jake whispers back, you nod "it is" his hand caresses your cheeks "Jake, I love you" he smiles "I love you too" you look at his eyes

"I love your snores"

"wait, do I snore?"

"and I love your meals"

"I didn't know I snore"

"and how you make love to me"

"oh I'm glad honey"

you kissed his lips and got up to eat the delicious dinner he prepared "c'mon babe, let's go eat" Jake stared at the ceiling and smiled "do I really snore?"

#lookism #jake kim #kim gimyung #lookism x reader #jake kim x reader

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cameronspecial · 1 year ago

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how about we go a lil angsty? the reader hadn’t yet told him about her being pregnant bcs she remembers Drew once said he doesnt know if he wants to be a dad and so she tried to bring the topic up with hypothetical questions and his answers not exactly the thing she wanted to hear so she went all silent and pulled herself away and stuff.

I dont wanna give it away, so please you decide the ending..either they communicate and Dad!Rafe rise or…

I Want This

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abortions and Miscommunication

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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Well… She doesn’t know what she expected the results to be, but this is definitely an answer. Y/N doesn’t even think she can focus on the opinion she has of this situation because all she can think about is Drew’s.

———

“Awww, Babe, look at this pic of Lils that Mac sent me,” he gushed, holding his phone up to his fiancée. She looked up from her laptop, “So cute. Ugh, I miss them so much. I mean look at those little baby rolls. I just want to cuddle the cutie.” He smiled and brought her head under the crook of his neck. “I know. We have to visit them soon. I’m so glad I have a niece. It means I can be the fun uncle forever and never have to be a dad,” he mindlessly thought out loud, going back to scrolling on his phone. This caused her to freeze; they never talked about having kids, but he was so good with them that she assumed he would want them. She should’ve asked him about it because she wanted them. She didn’t though. Kids were important to her and so was Drew. She wasn’t ready to cause a rift in their relationship because of something small.

———

Staring at the positive pregnancy test, she has to figure out a way to gauge how he would feel about it before actually telling him the truth. Once she knows how he feels, it will help her decide how she wants to feel about it seeing that if they are on the opposite page, then she would have to make a difficult decision. She shoves the positive tests into the box and hides them in her makeup drawer. He never goes looking there. She exits the bathroom, lets out a deep breath, and heads to the kitchen to start getting lunch ready. Drew is coming home from filming in Morocco later today. The music blasting through the speakers makes her unaware of the new presence in the house. He smiles at the dancing silhouette cutting potatoes. His hand drops over her eyes and she sets the knife down with a grin. Her arms wrap around her neck to bring him down towards her. This allows her to pepper his face with kisses. “Hey, you weren’t supposed to be back until tonight,” she notices, turning the music off. His hand rests on her hip, “I was, but I was offered an early flight and I couldn’t say no to seeing my girl early. I missed you and I love you.” She sinks into his hold. “I missed and love you too.”

The couple spend the next half an hour cooking together before settling themselves at the dining room table. Since they talked to each other throughout cooking, silence falls over them. A chime comes from his phone and he checks it to see a text from his sister. “Mac is planning on coming down with Lils and my mom soon. They can stay in the guest room, right?” Drew confirms, reading over the text again. She nods, “Yeah, I’ll get it ready over the weekend and buy one of those travelling crib things for Lils. It is going to be fun to have a baby around the house. The guest room would make a nice baby room in the future. It has nice big windows and the closet is the perfect size.” The chuckle that comes out of his mouth drops her stomach into a furnace.

“What’s so funny?” she questions. He shrugs, “Not the babysitting part. They could both use a break and I will never say no to spending time with my niece. It’s just the thought of having to turn the guest room into a baby room is funny.”

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. It’s a guest room. I mean where would our family stay when they come over?”

“Yeah, where would they stay?”

She should probably ask if he meant he can’t imagine the room as a baby room right now or if it was a forever thought; however, she is scared of the answer she is going to get so she shuts down the conversation. They sit in a new tension-filled silence that he pretends he can’t feel.

———

After lunch, Y/N retreats to the backyard to swing in the hammock. This tells him that she needs some space and he knows she is upset when she is still outside at eleven p.m. The friction of the patio door sliding against each other makes her turn to him. She doesn’t acknowledge his presence, waiting for him to say something. He places the plate of pasta he made for dinner onto the side table beside the hammock. “I found the pregnancy tests,” he states, bringing one of the patio chairs close to her. She freezes and sits up. Her legs swing over the fabric to face him, “How?” “Maddie helped me pick out clay pot Moroccan lipstick for you and I wanted to surprise you with it. I was going to hide it in your drawer…” he explains, eyes falling to his fingers and trailing off at the end. Her head moves up and down. Her thoughts are moving around her head a thousand miles a second. He is going to break up with her. He is going to make her have an abortion. Or worse. He is going to make her choose between the baby or him on the spot.

He grows nervous when she doesn’t say anything and his suspicions are confirmed. He understands why she is unsure about talking to him about this. The way he has spoken about having a baby in the past could’ve given her the wrong idea. He hesitantly reaches to place a hand on hers and does it when she doesn’t shy away. “I want you to know that the decision about what we do with the baby is up to you and I will be at your side during the whole process,” he assures. Her confusion causes tears to crop up in her eyes, “You don’t want the baby though. I know that, so if you are going to break up with me because I do, then just do it. But making me have to choose is kinda cruel.” His heart squeezes, hating that his words aren’t coming out as he means them to be. His head shakes like crazy and he sits beside her. He brings her head against his chest, “Babe, I don’t want to break up with you. I want to have this baby with you too.”

“You want the baby? Then how come you don’t think the guest room would be a good baby room?”

“Because my office would be a better one. The windows aren’t too big so it won’t wake the baby up in the morning and the closet there is even bigger, so when they get older they can have as many clothes as their heart desires.”

“Okay, you are right… What about when you said you want to be an uncle forever and never be a dad?”

“Honestly, I never really thought I would want to be a dad. I was content with being an uncle, but, Babe, when I found that pregnancy test, all I could think about was how happy I was to be bringing a child into the world with the most amazing woman in the world and I couldn’t wait to raise them with you.”

She leans back and rests a warm palm on his cheeks, trying to hold back her tears. “So you want to have this baby?” she verifies. He kisses the tears away, “I want this, Babe. I promise. We are going to do this. Together.”

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twst-drabbles · 4 months ago

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Malleus 19

Summary: You're sick as a dog and all you wanna do is lay in bed. The little dragon Malleus, on the other hand, wants you to entertain him.

(Wanted to write about a little cutie. So here you go.)

Ough, you are in a pit of muggy heat and horrible, horrible mucus.

Why did you go out? Why did you decide to go to the festival on Kalim's insistence even though you knew you were coming down with something bad? Past you was a fool, and now you were paying the price for it.

You felt gross. You are gross. Ugh. Nothing to do but wait for this to pass over, and maybe take some meds if it becomes too much, or at least have something before bed so you don't wake up in the middle of the night.

You sighed, coughed when you breathed too quickly, then blindly reached out to the water you kept on your nightstand. Your fingers hit something cold, and you grasped it tightly without a second thought.

Squeak!

…that's not a sound a water bottle should make. That sounded more like a fart than a squeak.

You reluctantly lifted your head, then blinked at the glaring glowing green eyes. He opened his mouth and let a flicker of fire tickle your skin. Whoops.

"Oh," you loosened your grip and Malleus spread his wings, hovering in the air, "Though you were my water. Didn't mean to."

It's right behind him, shining beautifully in the light but, ugh, you'll have to stretch yourself to get it and you really don't want to move. Your muscles were sore from all the walking alongside the fact that your sick.

"Ugh. Well, do whatever you like, Malleus. I'm not feeling the best."

You sniffled and roughly cleared your throat as best you could. You didn't succeed, and now you have more mucus coating your lungs. Breathing is possible, but so very uncomfortable. Horrible. Horrendous.

You heard a few flaps and felt a small dip in your pillow. Two tiny hands patted at your head, then started to shove. You shook your head and flipped yourself to the other side of the bed. You'll get your water later, you're getting sleepy again. Besides, at least you have some soup to look forward to from Crowley. Kalim wanted to take cooking duties but he doesn't exactly have the best idea on what makes a good sick meal.

Small steps traveled over your plush pillows, and now the little dragon was pushing at your shoulder.

Ah, he wants you to get up, for whatever little dragon fae activities he has planned for the day.

"Don't," you lightly pushed him away, "I need sleep."

Little claws hooked onto your blanket, and a small body heaved itself onto your neck. Cool scales swept over your face, tickled your nose, and you shot right up to scramble for a tissue.

You let out a colossal sneeze. "Ough, thank you." You said to no one in particular, glad that you can actually breath again.

You crumpled up the tissue, tossed it into the trashcan, then finally noticed the spread eagle, frozen Malleus. He always had a set of wide eyes that looked at the world with a curious wonder, and if not mystified, then he's usually not thinking anything at all. Empty, empty eyes, but oh so expressive.

Right now, Malleus was looking at you with shock.

"What? Never seen a sick person before?" Your voice was still nasally as ever, but it's clearer than before, at least. "You've been around Silver. Shouldn't he have been sick once or twice?"

Another tickle bloomed from the back of your nose and you grasped another tissue. You scrunched up, ready to let another sneeze rip out, but it faded away as quickly as the wind when you saw Malleus dash under your pillows. Every part of him was swallowed. All you could see was his eerie green eyes.

You blinked, then something clicked. "…ah, my sneezes scare you."

Makes sense, you don't bother being quiet since you've lived here along for a little too long. You get used to having nobody over, so you've stopped being aware of just how loud you can be.

You blew your nose and sighed in relief. "If you want to go home, by all means. Because I'm not gonna stop sneezing anytime soon."

Malleus gave the littlest of growls, evidently annoyed. You squashed him under the pillow he took refuge in.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #diasomnia #malleus #malleus draconia #house pet au #reader insert

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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 6 months ago

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Jotaro Kujo — Never Had

you were the best i never had, the only chance i wish i had to take

an: ugh the oscar isaac brainrot is brainrotting

God, how long has it been since he last saw you?

It must've been decades now.

So many questions ran in his mind, a cascade of curiosity and longing. How have you been? Have you been well? Were you married? Kids? Have the years been kind to you? Has life granted you the serenity you deserve?

But when you approached him with that sweet smile of yours, the sparkle in your eyes mirroring the laughter of youth long past, a small shy smile as if you thought he doesn't remember you...

What a funny thought. As if he'd ever forget you.

As if he could ever erase the indelible mark you left upon his mind, his heart...

50 days.

He spent less than fifty days with you, yet that was all it took for his heart to become a canvas painted with the indelible strokes of your presence, of your memory.

"I'm glad to finally see you awake," You spoke, giving him a small relieved smile.

All it took was the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and suddenly, he was seventeen again.

The heat of the desert, the ache in his muscles, Polnareff's jests, Kakyoin's antics, Avdol's nagging, Joseph's pranks—each moment etched in his mind like a cherished painting.

The dingy hotel room, sitting next to Kakyoin as he admitted his feelings to the teen who highly encouraged him.

But he was a kid back then. A kid burdened by the weight of his thoughts and unable to fathom the complexities of love.

It just wasn't the right time.

Suddenly, he's in the airport in Cairo, watching you walk away, to return to your home country. His heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, he watched you vanish into the crowd, carrying his unspoken feelings with you, forever sealed within the chambers of his heart.

A love that never found its voice.

And now, God... he would've loved to stay. Loved to catch up, especially in light of the absence of a ring adorning your finger.

But he had much more important matters.

"I'm sorry, I need to go," Was his response, laden with a sense of urgency, and he watched the way your brows furrow even more in concern.

"What's the rush?" You ask, laced with genuine worry and a subtle plea for him to stay. He doesn't blame you, he'd been out of it for a while.

"I need to—" A momentary pause hung in the air, his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of conflict dancing in his ocean-blue eyes; he felt like he was betraying you as he spoke, "I need to get to my daughter."

It's not the right time.

That thought flashed in his mind again, swiftly followed by another.

Will it ever be the right time?

He caught the subtle widening of your eyes, a flicker of surprise on your gaze at his words. Your lips hesitated, parting, on the verge of responding, only to retreat into a thoughtful silence moments later. The weight of your unspoken thoughts hung in the air, a pregnant pause that lingered for a beat before you finally broke the silence with your response.

"Is she in trouble?" Your voice carried a note of concern, your brows knitting together in a display of genuine worry. He always thought you were far too nice for your own good—too caring, too helpful, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

But then again, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad—can't fault you for it, as it was that quality of yours that led you to him, that led him to love you.

"No," He replied instinctively, the words slipping out before he could reel them back in, knowing that you would undoubtedly offer to lend a hand if he were to tell you the truth, and he can't.

He couldn't risk putting you in harm's way again. Couldn't bear the thought of dragging you into danger once more because of his cursed bloodline.

"Jotaro-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before you can finish your sentence.

"No." He spoke once more, his voice firm this time. Shaking his head still. "I can handle it."

Another pregnant pause stretched out between the two of you, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Your eyes brimmed with concern and worry, while he was certain that his own gaze betrayed a whirlwind of unspoken affection resurfacing to the forefront of his mind as he found himself reunited with you.

"I.. need to go." Jotaro decided to break the silence, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you would've missed the way his voice sounded breathy. Yet, you choose not to mention it.

"...Alright," You sigh defeatedly, "Don't let me keep you."

You try your best to give him a small smile, one of reassurance. In response, he simply nodded, a familiar gesture reminiscent of your teenage years when he would try to look cool in front of you—not that he'll ever tell you that.

"I'll come back." Jotaro found his lips moving when it should be his feet starting to walk away from here. "I'll come back here, for you."

Jotaro found himself teetering on the edge of a decision, a fleeting impulse urging him to lean in, to reach out and cup your face in his hand, to bridge the distance between you and savor the warmth of your lips against his own, yet, he held himself back.

It's not the right time.

"Okay.. I'll wait for you."

But maybe, just maybe... after he finally gets rid of the lingering thorn of his cursed bloodline, after he ensures the safety of his daughter, after he finishes the fight with this priest...

Maybe it'll finally be the right time.

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amongemeraldclouds · 11 months ago

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How Theodore Nott looks at you when

Part two, based on this request | 632 words | Masterlist

…you’re academic rivals and Theo is about to leave the country for a student exchange program.

Theo: I can’t believe you came. You: Don’t flatter yourself, Nott. I’m just here to watch you leave and tell you something. Theo: Finally ready to confess your undying love for me? You: I’m actually here to — Theo: I have to catch my flight. It’s now or never because I like you too, okay? Just thought you should know that before I disappear for a year. You: Ah actually, I was going to say that I also applied for the program and got in last minute. So surprise! I’m coming with you! Theo: Oh so — You: You just embarrassed yourself, yes. Theo: Well — You: No, it’s too late! No take backs! Theo: You can’t — You: Fine. I like you too, okay?

…you’re spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together (new relationship, shy!reader).

You: so I think that we should… *Theo looks at you and your mind goes blank.* Theo: yes, amore? You: I…look away! Then I’ll remember what I was saying. Theo: Come on principessa, how are we going to be in a relationship if I can’t even look at you? You: It’s your fault. Why are you so gorgeous? Theo: *laughs* This better? *he makes an ugly face* You: *slaps Theo* Stop, you still look so pretty. Ugh it’s not fair! Theo: Let’s practice then. Just keep looking at me until your thoughts return. We’ll stay here as long as it takes.

…you’re enemies and he asked you to dance at the Yule Ball after he noticed your date ditched you.

You: Are you sick? Should I take you to the hospital wing? Theo: Ha, funny. Come on, it will be fun! You: What’s in it for you? Theo: The chance to dance with a beautiful girl. You: Are you trying to be nice? I think I’m the one feeling sick. Theo: Don’t get used to it. Cara mia, it’s a magical night, let’s forget we’re enemies for a few hours. You: I think I can manage that, but only for a few hours. Any longer and people might think we like each other. Theo: Wouldn’t want to ruin our reputation.

Of course everyone else already knew you like each other except for you two dummies.

…you’re having dinner with your best friend.

You: They ran out of copies at the bookstore *sigh* Theo: Oh bella, what would you do without me? You: What did you do? Theo: *hands you a paper bag* I reserved the book and got it for you. You: Theo! This is amazing! I could kiss you right now! Theo: Then do it. You: … Theo: Don’t let anyone stop you from getting what you want. Not even yourself. You: We’re talking about the book, right?

…you’re watching him perform with his band (rockband!AU).

You watched the boy singing on stage. To you he was the stranger you couldn't stop thinking about. You were walking on a crowded street, rushing home just like everyone else when you bumped into him.

The impact sent you falling to the floor if it weren’t for his quick reflexes. You beamed and thanked him. He was gorgeous with his intense gaze that held stories you could read for hours. His hair so wonderfully curly, you wanted to run your hands through them.

But you weren’t going to touch a stranger’s hair and be a creep. So hesitantly, you wished him a good day and walked on.

You were so glad you found him again, eating here at this restaurant with your friends. He was singing a new song:

A bustling sidewalk, a busy street A chance encounter in summer heat We collided, fate’s work of art I took your hand, you stole my heart

What are the odds he saved other strangers from falling on crowded sidewalks?

He smiled when he saw you and his eyes said everything you needed to know.

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lewisvinga · 1 year ago

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i wanna show u off | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; fans couldn’t help but love the interactions between their favorite driver and favorite singer

fc; kali uchis mi otra reina

warnings; reader is lowk implied to speak spanish/be latina lolllll but other than that, none i think ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

notes; requested ! KALLIIIIII also ignore the dates on every tweet i always forget to change them/i make the date so off from the tl

masterlist !

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username: lewis in silverstone>>>

yourbestfriend: you were amazing!🤩🤩 ( or however it is racing world, y/n won’t shut up abt u lol )

lewishamilton: thank you! ( and oh ? )

yourusername: ( i just wanna show u off 😁 )

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I remember - newjeans/njz danielle

x fem reader

6k words // rekindling an old friendship in the dirtiest of ways.

It's not like you and Dani ever really hated each other - but you did have your moments. Maybe you could just chalk it up to how your lives forked in two directions. You stayed in school; she became a star. You're still in your hometown; she's in Seoul, New York, Paris, Hong Kong, L.A. You're single, and she's... well, who really knows? She's not the type to settle down.

The two of you don't talk much anymore, and the last time you did, it ended in a spat. You haven't reached out to her since. Maybe it's just easier that way. Maybe you two just don't fit in each other's lives.

The city lights glow underneath a blanket of rain clouds; the stars are hidden, and the moon is nowhere to be seen. The streets are slick with rain, and puddles form in dips in the road. You're at a stoplight, your car idling as you wait for your turn to pass through the intersection. Even though it's late, the roads are still crowded, and the sidewalks are full of people hurrying home. It's not the most ideal weather to be driving in, but it's not all bad. You've always liked the rain.

You hear a distant rumble of thunder. In front of you is a bus stop, where a group of three people are huddled under a small roof. One of them is an older man with a briefcase, and the other is a woman with an umbrella and a raincoat. The third is a woman wearing a long, pink peacoat and a matching hat. She's holding a large bag at her side, and she's looking down at the ground.

The stoplight turns green, and you press on the accelerator, moving your car forward. The rain is coming down harder now, and it's making it difficult to see out of the windshield. The wipers are doing their best to keep up, but they're losing the battle. The traffic moves slowly, and the rain keeps falling. Your headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead of you.

As you're approaching the bus stop, the person in the pink coat looks up. She meets your gaze, and you instantly recognize her.

It's Dani.

Your jaw drops open slightly. What's she doing here, of all places? You haven't seen her in years. Not in person, at least. You've seen her on TV and in the news, of course. That's where she lives now. The last time you talked, the two of you didn't exactly part on good terms. She'd said something that rubbed you the wrong way, and you'd said something that rubbed her the wrong way, and it escalated into a shouting match. It wasn't pretty.

Now that you've seen her, though, you feel a sudden pang of regret. Maybe you were too harsh on her. Maybe you should've called her back after that. But what would you say? It's been so long, and you're not even sure if she'd want to talk to you. She's probably forgotten all about you by now.

Before you can think twice, you find yourself pulling over to the side of the road. Your car comes to a stop next to the bus stop, and you roll down the passenger-side window. The woman in the pink coat is still standing there, and she's watching you with a curious expression.

You lean over and look at her through the open window. "Dani?"

She squints at you for a moment, and then recognition dawns on her face. "Oh my god." she says, "Is that really you?"

"Yeah, it's me," you say, "Do you want a ride? It's pouring out there."

"Um, sure," she says, sounding hesitant, "I mean, if it's no trouble..."

"It's fine," you say, "Hop in."

Dani nods, and she hurries over to the car door. She opens it and climbs in, closing it behind her. The interior of the car is instantly filled with the scent of her perfume, and you feel a little dizzy.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up," she says, "I was starting to think I was gonna be stuck here all night."

"Don't mention it," you say, "I'm glad I could help."

You pull away from the curb and begin driving again and Dani begins her rant, "Ugh, what a disaster. The meeting ran late and the car never showed up, of course, it started pouring right when I left the building, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so now I'm soaked to the bone. I look like a drowned rat." She laughs bitterly and shakes her head. That's the same Dani you remember, talking a mile a minute and always quick to complain. Some things never change.

You don't answer her right away, not knowing what to say. The last words you said to her were full of anger. What could you possibly follow that up with?

"Look, about last time," Danie begins to say. Oh, here we go. The apology. You brace yourself for it, but it doesn't come. Instead, Dani just continues, "I don't even remember what we fought about. Isn't that crazy? We were both so mad at each other, but I can't remember what started it all. Can you?"

You can. Of course, you can. You remember every detail of that argument. But you don't want to dredge it all up again, so you lie, "No, I don't remember either."

"Exactly!" she exclaims, "It was stupid. All that yelling, and for what? Some petty bullshit that neither of us can even remember anymore. We were being idiots."

"We were," you agree. You weren't. You both had every right to be annoyed. But that's not the point.

"Friends?" she asks.

You nod. "Friends."

"I'm so glad the world sent you to me today," she says, grinning at you. "What a crazy coincidence. You're the first friendly face I've seen all day."

You glance at her, then quickly turn your attention back to the road. "I'm glad, too," you say. "It's good to see you again." And it is, you realize. Despite everything, despite how things ended between you, it's good to see her again.

"So where are you heading?" you ask, realising you'd been on autopilot and heading towards your apartment, not even stopping to think where she might need to be.

"I was gonna get the bus back to the hotel," Dani replies and it's followed by a ponderous silence. You know where this is going, and you can't help but feel a little bit excited by it, "But if you're headed home, maybe you'd be open to some company?"

"Yeah," you say, "That sounds nice."

"Great," she says, "Let's do it."

Your heart is beating faster, and your hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly. You can't believe you're actually doing this. You and Dani haven't spoken in years, and now you're bringing her back to your place? What are you thinking? But you know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you want to make things right between you two and that this is the perfect opportunity to do it. You're thinking about all those confusing nights you spent alone with your best friend in college, the way she'd crawl into bed with you after a party and wrap herself around you like a snake, how her lips would sometimes graze against the skin of your neck, how her hands would sometimes wander beneath your shirt. You're thinking about how much you missed her, and how much you've wanted to see her again.

You let Dani step in first, and she does so with an almost effortless grace. She takes off her coat and hat and then hangs them on the rack next to the door. You didn't see it before, but now that she's taken off her hat, your jaw is hanging agape. "Dani, your hair." It's short, blonde, and bobbed - a far cry from the long, brown locks you remember.

"Yeah," she says, running a hand through it, "It's new. Do you like it?"

"Yeah," you say, "It suits you."

It served as a distraction - however momentary - from the body she just revealed. She was your awakening, a year ago, and in all that time you've never been able to find someone quite like her. She's slender, with long legs and toned abs. Her breasts are small but perky, and her nipples are hard and visible through the fabric of her bra from the cold. You can't help but stare at them, and you can feel your cheeks getting warm, and you haven't even had the chance to admire her cute butt in those jeans.

"Thanks," she says, "I wasn't sure about it at first, but I think I'm getting used to it."

"Want anything? Drink? Food?" you ask, desperate to change the subject and pull your eyes away from her chest.

"Wine?" she asks and you gulp, "I've had a long day."

You nod and go to the kitchen. You open a bottle of red and pour two glasses, then bring them back out to the living room. Dani is sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. She looks so comfortable and relaxed, and you can't help but smile at the sight of her. You hand her a glass of wine, and she smiles at you in return. You sit down beside her, and she takes a sip.

"Mmm," she says, "This is nice." Dani turns to you, her brows furrowing as if she's sensed your nerves. "What is it?" she asks.

"The last time we drank wine together..." you trail off, taking a drink yourself to stall for time.

"We got a little too close," she says, her voice low, "But that was a long time ago."

"Yeah," you say, "It was." You pause, not knowing what else to say. Dani doesn't seem to mind. She just sips her wine and then sets it down on the coffee table.

"Do you remember how it started?" she asks.

"I don't really want to talk about it," you say, hoping that will end the conversation.

"Oh, come on," she says, "It's not like you to be shy."

"I'm not shy," you say, "I'm just..."

"Embarrassed?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. You don't reply, and she takes another drink. "It's okay," she says, "I mean, we were young. We were experimenting. It happens."

"Yeah," you say, "I guess."

Dani leans closer to you, and you can smell the wine on her breath. "Do you ever think about it?" she asks, "About that night?"

You can feel your face getting hot again, and you take a deep breath. "No," you say, "Not really." It's a lie. You think about it all the time.

"Really? It didn't change you?" she says. She's teasing you. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"No," you say, "Of course not." Another lie. It changed you completely.

Dani smiles and sits back. "I think about it," she says, "Sometimes. Even when I fuck a guy, sometimes, my mind will wander. It's hard to explain, but there's a different... energy to it."

"Different?" you ask.

"Yeah," she says, "Like, with a guy, everything is so... linear. There's a beginning, and an end, and there's not much room for anything else. But with you, it was like we could go anywhere. Do anything. There were no rules. No boundaries. Just... freedom."

The room is quiet. The only sounds are the ticking of the clock on the wall, the rain on the window and the beating of your heart in your ears.

"Do you know why I got mad at you? Like, really, deep down mad?" Dani asks.

You shake your head.

"Because you made me feel things that I'd never felt before," she says, "And I was scared. I was scared of what that meant, of who I was becoming. I was scared that I'd lose control of my life."

"Dani..." you start to say, but she cuts you off.

"I'm not done," she says, "After that, I went on a lot of dates. A lot of dates. I fucked so many guys. I did everything I could to prove to myself that I wasn't... that I didn't like girls. But it didn't work. It just made me more confused. And then I'd think about you, and I'd remember that night, and it would all come flooding back. And then I'd hate myself for it. I'd hate myself for wanting it. I'd tell myself that I was sick. That I needed help. That I was broken." She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "I'm still working on that."

"I'm sorry," you say, "I didn't know."

"How could you?" she replies, "It's not like we've talked in years." She sighs. "I'm not trying to blame you for anything. I'm not even sure if I'm making any sense."

"You're making sense." You take her hand, reassure her. "Dani. I lied. I changed too, after that. I've never stopped thinking about you. But I couldn't do the whole friends thing. I knew if I saw you again, I'd want more. And I thought you didn't. So... I kept my distance."

She nods, and she looks at you. You meet her gaze, and she holds it. "Even now, I want to kiss you." Her words send a jolt of electricity through your body.

"We shouldn't." It's the last thing you want to say, but you know it's the truth.

Dani sighs. "But you're so pretty." She turns away and sinks onto the couch, closing her eyes. "God, I'm a mess. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here."

"No," you say, "It wasn't a mistake." You reach out and take her hand, squeeze it gently. "We needed to talk about this."

"But now I'm just gonna lie here and fantasise about kissing you," she says, "And then I'm gonna go back to my hotel room and touch myself to the memory of that night."

"Dani..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. Your heart is pounding, and your stomach is in knots. You can feel your clit throbbing between your legs.

"Sorry," she says, "I shouldn't have said that."

"No," you say, "Don't apologize. I just... I don't want to make things worse. For you."

She opens her eyes and looks up at you. "Then kiss me."

"I can't," you say.

"Please," she says, "Just kiss me."

You look into her eyes, and you see the desire there. The hunger. The need. You know she's not going to back down, and you know that you can't resist her.

You lean down and press your lips to hers. You feel her body shudder as you kiss her, and you pull her close. Her tongue slips into your mouth, and you moan softly. You can feel her breasts against your own, and her hands on your back. You kiss her harder, deeper, and through it all you're just falling against her, sliding into her lap. Her hands slip under your shirt and slide up your sides, her thumbs rubbing against your stomach, and your ribs. You break the kiss and bury your head in her shoulder, gasping for breath. Her fingers find their way to your breasts, and she squeezes them gently. You whimper, and you can feel her smile against your neck. You reach down and begin to undo your pants, but she stops you. "No," she says, "Not yet."

"Why not?" you ask.

"Because I want to take my time," she says, "I want to enjoy this." You can't help but agree. You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but tonight, you're going to savour every moment. You lie back on the couch, and she straddles your waist. You wrap your arms around her, and she leans down to kiss you again. Her lips are soft, and her tongue is warm. You can feel her hands roaming over your body, touching you everywhere. You moan into her mouth, and she bites your lower lip. You grip her waist - her tiny little waist - and pull her down onto you. She grinds her hips against you, and you can feel her warmth radiating through your clothes.

You slide your hands up under her shirt, and she raises her arms. You lift the fabric away from her body, and she helps you pull it off. You toss it aside, and you stare at her in awe. She's wearing a bra as tiny as her pert little mounds deserve, and her skin is smooth and pale. You reach up and cup her breasts, and she arches her back.

"Your hands feel so..." she begins, but trails off. You don't need to hear the rest. You know exactly how she feels because you're feeling the same way.

"Take it off," she says. You reach behind her, and she arches her back even more, thrusting her chest out towards you. You slip open the clasp of her bra, and she slides the straps down her arms. You toss the bra aside, and she leans forward. Her breasts hang above you, her nipples inches away from your face. You lick one of them, and she gasps. You wrap your lips around it, and you suckle gently. Her hands find your hair, and she cradles your head as you worship her tits. You switch from one to the other, back and forth, until she finally pushes you away. You look up at her, and she smiles down at you.

"Now it's your turn," she says. She lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. She leans down and kisses your neck, and you close your eyes. You feel her teeth scrape across your skin, and you shiver. She moves down to your collarbone, and you feel her tongue trace its way along your shoulder. She moves further down, and her mouth finds your nipple. She sucks it into her mouth - more aggressively than you did to her - and bites down lightly. You moan, and you can feel her smile against your breast. She continues her assault on your chest, alternating between sucking and licking, biting and nipping. You run your fingers through her short blonde hair, and you pull her closer.

"Dani," you whisper. She stops and looks up at you. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. You're so wet for her. You can't take it anymore. "You're making me..."

"Me too." She takes your hand and pulls it between her thighs. You can feel the heat of her cunt through her jeans, and you groan. You press your fingers against the seam of her pants, and she grinds herself against your hand. You squeeze your legs together, and you can feel the pressure building inside of you. "I'm so horny." She rubs her crotch against your hand - hard - and her tight stomach flexes. Every roll of her body is mesmerizing. Her tight, flat tummy rolls and ripples with each gyration of her hips, her tiny, perky tits bouncing with each movement. Dani's body has always been something special, something that you could never quite get over.

"Can I... take them off?" you ask. Your fingers are already fumbling with the buttons of her jeans, and she's nodding, helping you slide them down her legs. You're both panting heavily, and your hands are shaking. You push them all the way down to her ankles, and she kicks them off. You look at her panties - cute little pink cotton - and you smile. "These are cute."

"Thanks," she says. She's blushing furiously, and her eyes are glazed over. "They're new."

"They suit you," you whisper, "But they have to go."

She nods, and she lifts her hips off of you. You slide your fingers into the waistband of her panties, and you begin to tug them down. She raises her legs in the air, and you pull them off. She lowers her legs and spreads them wide. She's completely naked now, and her pussy is glistening wet. You reach down and touch it, and you can feel the slick heat of her skin. She moans, and she grips your wrist. She guides your hand up to her clit, and she begins to grind against your fingers.

"I remember how good you are at this," she whispers. You rub her gently, circling her clit with two fingers. She moans louder, and she wraps her arms around your neck. You can feel her lips on your neck, kissing you, sucking on you. You can feel her teeth on your skin, and you shudder.

You slide one finger inside of her, and she moans again. Her walls are tight, hot, and slick. You curl your finger, and you find that spot that you know will drive her crazy. You massage it, and she gasps.

"Oh god," she moans, "Just like that. You know how I like it." You rub her faster, and harder, and she grips your shoulder. You can feel her nails digging into your flesh - hard enough to leave marks - but you don't care. She's breathing heavier, her little chest heaving, and her stomach tensing. She looks so perfect that you could just eat her - taste her - devour her. You lean forward and capture one of her nipples in your mouth again, and she cries out. You lick and suck on it, and you keep working her tight pussy with your hand. You can feel her tense up, and you know she's close.

"Dani," you whisper, "I'm gonna make you cum."

"Please," she whimpers.

You move your mouth to her other nipple, and you bite down lightly. She cries out, and her body spasms. You feel her pussy contract around your fingers, and you know she's cumming. You keep rubbing her, keep pleasuring her, letting her petite body writhe uncontrollably in ecstasy. This is everything you've been missing, and you're not letting her go without a reminder of that, so you touch her right through it all. She shakes, she sweats, she cries out your name. Her hips buck, her muscles flex, her toes curl.

She flails an arm, gently trying to push you away when she becomes too sensitive, so you relent, wrapping your arms around her instead, pulling her close into a hug.

"That was amazing," she whispers. She's breathing hard, and her hair is stuck to her forehead. Her eyes are glazed over, and her lips are parted. Dani runs her hand down your back - fingertips tickle bare skin - until it rests on your ass, where she grips tightly. "Your turn," she says.

"My turn," you repeat. It sounds surreal coming out of your own mouth. Truth is, you feel as if you could cum from the slightest touch. Dani presses her lips against yours, and you kiss her hungrily. She pushes you down flat on the couch and then moves down your body, kissing your neck, your chest, and your stomach, until she gets to your jeans. She pops the button and unzips your fly, then tugs on the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips, and she slides them down your thighs. You raise your feet, and she pulls your jeans off. You're lying on the couch in only your panties now, and Dani's staring at your exposed skin. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed.

"You're beautiful," she says. She reaches down and cups your pussy, rubbing it gently through your underwear. She leans forward, resting her forehead on yours. Her breath is warm, and she smells faintly sweet. She's still touching you - stroking you lightly, teasing you. You whimper, and you try to push yourself into her palm, but she keeps you at bay.

"Dani," you beg. You grab her wrist and try to force her hand between your thighs.

"Not yet," she whispers. She takes your wrists and pins them to the cushions above your head. You strain against her grip, but she doesn't budge. "If I let go of these," she asks, "Will you keep them there? Hands above your head?"

"Yes." You nod frantically.

Dani releases your wrists, and she places a hand on each side of your face, holding you steady. Her mouth meets yours, and she kisses you passionately. Her tongue invades your mouth, and her lips are soft. You kiss her back, and you moan into her mouth. She breaks away from the kiss and smiles at you.

"Keep them there," she repeats.

"I swear." You don't move your hands. You wouldn't dream of it. You're helpless before her; exactly where you want to be. Exactly where she wants you. Dani starts by kissing her way down your neck, nibbling on your skin, and she whispers, "You're so hot. God, I forgot how hot you were."

"Dani... Please," you whine.

"Just relax," she soothes. She reaches down and strokes your pussy again, rubbing the wet fabric of your panties against your slit. "Is this what you want?" she asks, and you shake your head.

"No," you whisper, "Take them off."

"Mm-mm." Dani shakes her head. Instead, she just hooks a single digit under the waistband and pulls them higher, the fabric rolling over your wet pussy, giving some relief in one place and uncomfortable tension in another, "Tell me how much you want this." She moves the damp cloth against your sensitive bud, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body. "Do you like it when I play with you through your panties?"

"I... I love it," you stutter.

"And if I take them off?" she asks, "Will you let me fuck you?"

"I'd let you do anything," you admit. Your cheeks are burning. You can't believe that you're saying this stuff out loud. But it's true. If Dani wanted to put on a strap-on and pound you into submission right now, you'd probably let her.

"Mmmm..." she hums. She traces her finger up and down your slit, slowly, and she watches you squirm beneath her touch. She does this for minutes. Minutes. Touching, teasing, tormenting. She knows that you're on edge, that you're desperate for relief, but she just keeps dragging this out.

"I can't," you start to protest, "Dani, please." Your fists are clenched, your knuckles white. You're straining against the urge to disobey, to reach down and shove her hand harder against you. "I need you inside me."

"Mmmm..." Dani purrs. She slides your panties to the side and slides her fingers between your folds. Your juices drip onto the sofa cushions as she explores you, spreading you open, teasing your opening. Her thumb brushes against your clit, and you moan. "You're so wet," she whispers, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes," you answer, "More than anything."

Dani laughs softly and continues to explore you. She dips her fingers inside of you, probing you gently, and you spread your legs wider, eager for more. Her fingers slide inside you easily, and she pumps them in and out of you, causing you to buck and writhe on the couch. Her other hand comes down and presses against your abdomen, steadying you. You feel your walls clenching around her fingers, trying desperately to hold onto them, and you cry out.

You've missed this. Not just being with a girl, but this girl in particular. No one else makes you feel the way Dani does.

"Dani," you whisper.

"I'm right here," she reassures you.

"Don't stop," you beg.

"Shhh." Dani silences you with a kiss. Her lips are gentle and loving, and you surrender to her. She slides another finger inside of you, stretching you even further, and you arch your back, pressing your hips against her hand. You're fucking yourself on her fingers, grinding your hips against her palm, and you're moaning into her mouth.

You're getting closer. Closer. The tension in your body builds and builds, and you feel like you're going to explode. You're rocking back and forth now, fucking yourself with Dani's fingers, and she's matching your rhythm, letting you set the pace, encouraging you with words, "That's it, baby. Take what you need. Fuck my hand like a naughty girl."

The world goes white for a second as your climax hits. Your legs shake, your arms spasm, and your back arches. You scream loudly, and you feel yourself contracting around Dani's fingers. You ride wave after wave of pleasure, and Dani holds you tightly, keeping her fingers buried deep inside you, milking your orgasm.

As the tremors subside, you collapse backwards, exhausted. Dani removes her fingers from inside you and brings them to her mouth, cleaning you off her fingers. Your chest heaves with each breath, and you stare up at her dazedly. "You taste amazing," she says. Then she leans forward, planting kisses down your chest. When she gets to your stomach, she licks a long strip from your belly button all the way down to your mound. You squirm underneath her, and she smiles up at you wickedly. She buries her face between your legs and flicks her tongue over your clit.

"Dani," you moan. You grab a handful of her short blonde hair and pull her closer. She licks you again, and you buck your hips upward, pushing your pussy against her mouth. Dani's tongue swirls around your clit, and she sucks it into her mouth. You look down and see her staring back up at you, her bright eyes framed by her dark lashes. Her mouth is covered in your juices, and her expression is one of pure lust.

"Dani!" you exclaim. Your legs are shaking, and your whole body is trembling. Dani continues licking and sucking on your sensitive clit, and you feel yourself starting to come undone.

Dani grabs onto your thighs and spreads them apart as wide as they'll go. She slides a hand under you and cups your ass, lifting your hips slightly, bringing your pussy up to her waiting mouth. Then she attacks your clit with renewed fervour, alternating between licking and sucking.

The sensation is overwhelming. You're on fire. Dani's tongue is magical, and you don't think anyone else will ever be able to make you feel this way again. You throw your head back, pushing it into the upholstery, and you grab onto the cushions of the sofa. Your hands twist and bunch the material, and your toes curl. The waves of pleasure coursing through your body threaten to overwhelm you entirely. Dani is relentless. Her mouth works your clit, her fingers pump in and out of you, her free hand kneads your ass. It's almost too much.

You arch your back, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. Dani moans into your pussy as she feels you clenching down on her fingers. She pulls away for a moment to say, "Cum for me, baby," and that's all it takes to send you over the edge.

You're not even sure what words spill from your lips, but it's probably something filthy. Your entire body convulses violently. You buck against Dani's mouth, fucking yourself against her face, riding her tongue and fingers, and your vision goes blurry. You're cumming so hard that you forget where you are. Dani holds you close throughout your orgasm, her grip on your ass tightening, her fingers inside you curling. Her mouth stays firmly attached to your clit, sucking on it, drinking you in.

As your climax subsides, you fall back down onto the couch, limp. Dani withdraws her fingers and lowers your hips back down to the cushions. She crawls up your body and kisses you deeply. You can taste yourself in her mouth.

"You're amazing," you tell her.

"So are you," she replies. She cuddles up beside you on the couch. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you're panting heavily. Dani traces patterns across your stomach, occasionally dipping lower to brush your inner thigh or tease the outer lips of your dripping pussy.

You lie there together in silence for several minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, you speak up.

"So..." you begin.

"Yeah?" Dani looks over at you.

"What happens next?"

"Anything we want," she answers. "Everything." She leans over and kisses you again, gently. You melt into it, losing yourself in the feeling of her soft lips on yours.

When the kiss ends, you open your eyes and find yourself staring into her beautiful brown ones. You smile shyly at her. "We have all night," you say.

"Do you remember that thing we wanted to try, but we both chickened out?" Dani asks. A memory flashes through your mind, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "You could take me to bed and..."

Dani's sprawled out, head on your pillow, legs wide, naked and glistening. She's gorgeous, and she wants you. You can't believe how lucky you are. You move close, one leg under, one leg over hers. Your bodies meet, softness to softness, heat to heat. You press your sex to hers. For a brief moment there is only lightest contact - a tantalizing awareness - and then, very gradually, you press close. Slowly enough for you to feel every exquisite sensation - and then you're locked, you fit together.

A moan escapes you, and your eyes lock. They stay focused on each other as you begin to undulate gently. Back, forth, tiny delicate circles. Each motion produces wonderful sensations, an intricate ballet of tenderness. This is unlike anything you've done before. So different from the needy grasping of earlier in the evening. The way your pussies slide against each other - you've never felt so intimate, so connected.

Dani puts her hands on your ass and hips to guide you as you rub yourselves together. Her small breasts bounce with each motion. You speed up a little, rocking back and forth, finding a rhythm. A soft hiss of pleasure comes from Dani. "That's so good," she whispers. She closes her eyes and throws her head back against the pillow. You watch her face as she enjoys the moment, and the sight of her blissful expression sends an intense surge of excitement coursing through your body.

The movements intensify, faster, harder, and less controlled. The sensations grow stronger, richer, and deeper. You feel your clit pulsing between your slick lips, and you can sense hers doing the same. A fiery pressure rises inside you. You start to feel dizzy, disoriented, overwhelmed.

Dani looks deep into your eyes with a look of raw desire and determination. She pushes upwards with her hips and pulls you down toward her simultaneously. Your bodies clash together with more force than ever. She's taking control now. Holding you firmly. Taking charge.

The change shocks you and ignites you. It's powerful, primal, erotic. Your hips slam against her with urgent need. Again, again, harder. The pleasure spikes higher and higher. The world spins around you as you surrender completely to her grasp. Higher, higher, higher...

You're falling back, reaching out behind you to prop yourself up, Dani is rising, reaching out towards you, grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your bodies keep moving together in perfect sync, sliding smoothly across each other. Everything disappears except her and the searing flames engulfing you both. You reach out to her too, you hold each other upright as you grind together. There is no sound beyond the roaring fire inside you.

"I could fuck you all day," Dani groans. "All night." She tightens her grip on your hair.

"All night," you breathe, barely hearing the words leave your mouth. Barely believing them. "I need you."

Her gaze locks on you. Her mouth hangs open in wonder. "Oh my god," she gasps. And then there's no holding back. The two of you are hurtling downhill, picking up momentum. Climax rushes inevitably closer. You give yourselves up to it entirely, careering along at full throttle. "Cum with me." And you do.

A great wave sweeps away everything but pure rapture. Time stops. Thought vanishes. Only pleasure remains. Ecstasy blasts through your body again and again in crushing waves. It feels like flying, it feels like floating, it feels like exploding stars. There is only joy - only Dani.

Forever passes.

Time returns. The explosion subsides. The tide recedes, leaving behind only warm, soft sand. Gentle lapping surf.

Dani sags gently backwards until she rests against the bed once more. You follow, collapsing limply. Skin against skin, heart beating next to heart.

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